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intro/chorus:
now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books yes yes y´all, yes y´all, yes y´all, yes y´all now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books yes yes y´all, yes y´all, yes y´all, yes y´all now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books yes yes y´all, yes y´all, yes y´all, yes y´all now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books (fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow)
verse 1: dray, skoob
well comin to school ya it´s the hooligan, i´m in the mood again so watch me do this i´m out to do these rappers just like popeye did brutus the super dooper trooper, oops i´m no beginner so watch me get loose and run [shit] like bill skinner i formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it there´s niggas down my slack, yes i´m the baddest when i wreck it see i´m nicer than the rest, i guess i gots ta prove it ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite it when i use it see i´m quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop it i got mad skills like loose change in my pocket i drop it from the east, at least i´m gettin mine in some niggas gettin jealous cos of the way that i be rhymin
ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? sorry to keep you waitin it´s like nuttin when i´m throwin somethin rougher than menstruation crabs, i´m followed by a camp like john cougar mellen, tell them punks i put a swellin, for the lords split´cha i kick tails that tips scales on the ricter i dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the harlem river oh what the hell, i smoked a half a el then???? pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see it´s back to basics if you´re wacked then niggas hate we got the knack to freak a track like i was printin in some nations boy, i´m slipper than soap-on-a-rope i´m madder than the mad hatter and yabber dabber dope and you can quote...
chorus
verse 2: dray, books
well once again it´s the spectacular, i checkin the back and ya [fuckin] face it terrorisin mc´s as if my name was jason i crash ´n´ clash em, monster mash em til they suckle i´m quick to switch up and kick ass like mr. jekyll i bring it from the guts, my dj got the cuts the [shit] that i bringin got´cha swingin on my nuts i´m not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle drop the type of [shit] that make ya flip and get´cha swivacle i´m nasty with the verbs, kid, i serve ya, rip the faucet my raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see i be bustin like fireworks, i fire jerks scullin then i step i´m back from hibernation and i´m ween to keep a rep
give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy i´m flyer than a cockpit hah i rocks [shit] and knock niggas out the blocks wit uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx i´m slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next like booyaa, no ya not true, don´t mean illusion kickin a styles til ´96, taking backs to the future plus i´m cool to fuck the brain, i drain a 40 for the belly i´m aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelli plus i´m sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock my crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime when i groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy
chorus to fade
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